Three days later, the setting sun looked like blood, dyeing the city walls of Chentang Pass a deep crimson.
Wearing golden armor, General Li Jing stood atop the watchtower. A gust of autumn wind carrying the scent of earth rushed over him, fluttering the hem of his dark battle robe and ruffling his weathered, square-jawed face.
The distant mountain forests resembled giant green beasts, casting a predatory gaze upon Chentang Pass.
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